Perdido En La Ciudad

It's not the same street
nor the old bar
so much time has passed
it doesn't seem real
but here I am
again in the city.
Camouflaged by the people
like a stranger among a hundred
my pockets are empty
and so is my heart
I don't know who I am
again in the city.

The rain falls
during the night
shadows accompany me
and I would like to know:

If after the storm
when the hurricane passes
I will be able to find you, baby.

Black boots
and a blue jacket
the fat bartender
the bus driver
and here I am
again in the city.

In that old wreck
a song is playing
I don't even have a cigarette
what a terrible disappointment
I will wait for you, I will wait for you
sitting at the station.

The rain falls
during the night
shadows accompany me
and I would like to know:

If after the storm
when the hurricane passes
I will be able to find you, baby.
I am lost in the city.